My own imagination is a dangerous habitat as - rapidly, unstoppably - terrifying images grow crytal clear - Beth Kephart in 'The Line is white, it is narrow' essay.
In Jane shore's poem 'Postpartum, Honolulu'.. she writes..
Before she was born
I was a woman ..
......who could live
with certain thoughts without collapsing...
if my husband died,
I could remarry; ....
..
I could live through "anything"
In my case my imagination ran so wild and I thought this poem too would show a crumbling of that confident-to-take-on-life-as-is person.
In Jane shore's poem 'Postpartum, Honolulu'.. she writes..
Before she was born
I was a woman ..
......who could live
with certain thoughts without collapsing...
if my husband died,
I could remarry; ....
..
I could live through "anything"
In my case my imagination ran so wild and I thought this poem too would show a crumbling of that confident-to-take-on-life-as-is person.
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